Winters born in frosted love
Bitter frost nips at the throat of lust
Breath upon a cheek new cold
Of his precious love the one he holds

Gone are the bluebells of summer past
And bees hide in hives until time at last
Can edge away the frosty king
And thrushes wait to chirp and sing

But cold hands cannot hold tight
And love did go upon the night
As snowflakes fell in shadows drawn
Her heart did stop he forlorn
And how the silver moon did weep
For the emptiness did greet

And when the snow and winter pass
The rose of passion shall at last
Grow in the space where she now lays
On warmer brighter summer days

In the night I hide under the bed
A nightmare for your head
Don't cry or scream aloud
Let me wrap you
In a hatred world
Lust for me

I used to wish for slits through my wrists and a hole in my skull, but when the blood would start to flow, I wouldn't learn anything I didn't already know, and the pain did not go, it only slowly continued to grow with each mark I left to show

I used to get into fights, screaming bouts against the wind and the sky, but when the words in my throat would finally run dry, I'd realize I had only been shouting in the hope of reaching the soul trapped behind my eyes, to free him from the denial that coated each of my lies

So..there's this girl....
that I cannot avoid,
inside and out,
she is destroyed.

So, this girl...
I see everyday-
it's too difficult,
to live this way.

Sometimes, this girl,
comes close to danger;
igniting my temper-
this close stranger.

Sometimes..this girl...
just needs a friend,
someone to care,
not pretend.

Except, this girl...
doesn't make it easy,
always giving excuses-
big, little *****.

So, this girl...
a test of my patience,
making it harder;
we have no relations.